Questions. Answers. (Invite)

[van]

I...am Joe Beakman, and I'm here with one of the baddest men on the planet, Van Hayden. Van, last week Scott O'Dell brought to light something that the wrestling world has been buzzing about. A secret that's supposedly game changing as far as you and your tenure here in XWA. You managed to beat Scott last week, but If you know him as well as I do, beating him is never good enough.

Trust me, Beakman. If there's anything I know about O'Dell, it's that he's as stubborn as a mule. Scott seems to thing this secret of mines is enough for him to control my destiny. He seems to think that he can use it to get a mental edge on me. Well Scott, I guess any edge you can have is better then what you're workin' with presently, which is bupkis.

Well, are you gonna tell us what the secret is? Maybe just a lil' hint?

*Heh heh* Nice try. I'll say this much. Have you ever done something in the past you thought was the right thing to do, but it turns out it wasn't?

That I have. I'm reminded of it everytime I have to send out the monthly alimony check.

Van kinda stares at Beakman blankly.

Sorry.

Van shakes his head.

I've done things in my past that XWA management thought would be best left in the past before they hired me. I'm not the man I once was, I'm the man I am now. I'm not proud of what I've done, but it's had it's role in making me who I am today. Wrestling for XWA is more then just a career for me, Beakman. It's a 2nd chance for me. The best thing about hitting rock bottom, is that there's only one way to go from there, up. XWA took a chance on me, and I'm grateful for it. If O'Dell wants to try and use whatever he's learned to manipulate me, let him try. It's gonna take more then what he's got to throw me off my game.

Word around the arena is that Scott's not here tonight. Do you think that might have something to do with his plot against you?

I don't put anything over Scott O'Dell. He might already be in Toronto. He might actually be here in the arena, just hiding in the wings waiting to punk me out. Doesn't make a difference to me. I'm here tonight, I'm ready to fight. And if O'Dell, or any of his boys feel froggy, all they need to do is jump.

Van and Beakman would soon fine themselves joined by...

[si]

Joining them was none other the O'Dell's oldest ally, Osiris Alston. The fans boo his arrival. He looks Van up and down with a scowl on his face before speaking.

Repent for yo' sins, you heathenish savage. I look at you, and see all that's wrong with America. Like the rest of America, you have no values. You have no dignity. You have no...no...

He pauses and ponders for a moment.

I can't think of nothin' else at the moment. But you're a prime example of why our great nation is a shamble of it's former glory. Look at what example we're settin' for our little buddies here in the great white north? Why, I saw a lil' white boy on the way in to the arena wearin' a G-Unit T-Shirt. White kids wearin' G-Unit Apparel! Is that what it's come to? Is that the example we want to set for our children? You Van Hayden, are a cancer. And Scott O'Dell and I are the cure. Tell me Beakman, how does one cure cancer?

Uhm,there isn't a cure for cancer. It can be treated if caught early though.

No cure? Dayum. Well then...that just means we need to sever the infection at the source. And the source is you, Van Hayden. We can only be sure to rid the world of your menace be ridding the XWA of you, permanently.

[van]

After a chuckle at Alston's words, Van positions Beakman's hand towards him and speaks.

A cancer? I bet you sat backstage all night and thought that one up, didn't you? But yanno what? I'll take that. I'll be a cancer. Because what a cancer does is devour any healthy cells it comes across, destroying them and making what's left of them it's own. Until it spreads and consumes everything. So if you and O'Dell are the so called cure? Consider me the most terminal form of cancer ever known to man. And tonight, I plan on showing you just how terminal I can be. I've about had it with your song and dance, all of you. I've had it with playing the role of the strong, silent type. I speak with my actions. And after this night is done, what I have to say will be heard by everyone...

...loud and clear.

Van puts his hood over his head. After giving Alston a final look up and down, he smirks and leaves the interview area.